Through all this pain. Through all this torture. Over the last 6 months and counting, I’ve realized that I’ll never get over you, you and your thoughts, your desirable mind, the rollercoaster of our world is bumpy, and twisted like that painting with all the stairs. You are/were my first love. it’s been tougher than expected. We can’t have this anguish, this apathy towards eachother. All these miscommunications. These lies. Building …showed first 75 words of 146 total…

…showed last 75 words of 146 total…miscommunications. These lies. Building and building getting longer than the geat wall of China. In and out, sharing our thoughts, using them to hurt eachother, blackmail those we love. Generating the anger that we feel. Thick and thin our blood together, can become poison... fatal. Why do we keep running back? What stirs us to madness when we’re apart? This misery, this confusion. Flooding our minds, like an ocean. Drowning... Drowning.... Drowning... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**